At that time I did not understand what was happening with all of
us. But then the future was dark and memories pained us more,
nothing seemed to be making any sense except we knew that there
was no way out. From time to time some civilians, maybe drug
manufacturers, came to visit me. Without any reason, they made a
cut in my arm above the palm 10 centimeters long and 2 centimeters
wide. Today I understand that the surgery that was done on me
without anesthesia was done purposely with tools that weren’t
sterilized to cause infection. At times they kept exchanging the
bandages with different medicated creams and liquids. The bandage
was not wrapped around the arm but only covered the wound. Every
day they examined the cut and each time the cut was about to heal,
they reopened it and started the whole thing from the beginning.
Alternate days a civilian would come to check the charts, made
some remarks and gave orders. A part of the experiment was also to
observe my ability to work with the wound and how far I could bear
its pain. Slowly, as hopelessness started encroaching the pain,
one day, Oh God! I heard someone screaming that war is over! And
saw the soldiers there to rescue us from this hell….